Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
His arm flexed as he slowly started to stroke my cock. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt the gentle pressure of his fist, and all at once, it almost felt too good. Like I could come in ten seconds flat just from feeling his hand around me. The shower tile was slick behind my back and for a moment I was worried I was going to slip down and crack my damn skull open if he kept touching me like that in here.
“Hang on. Good Lord, hold on, just a second.”
He gently removed his hand and immediately I missed his touch. “All good?”
“Just need to get out of this shower before I pass out. Come with me.”
I reached for the shower handle and turned it off. I grabbed big, plush white towels from beside the shower and handed one to him, wrapping the other around myself.
He let out a long sigh as he toweled himself off, stepping out of the shower onto the mat outside. “I feel like I’m dreaming or something. You’re real, right?”
I dried off and stepped out after him. He was leaning back against the bathroom counter, the white towel slung around his waist.
And suddenly it hit me all at once. This was him. My Harlan. Not anyone I ever needed to be fake or nervous or hesitant with. Chestnut brown hair, kind eyes, and strong hands. A smile that was always genuine. A heart of pure fucking gold, and loyalty like I’d never known in my life.
What the fuck had been going on for the last few weeks? Something had finally just snapped back into focus for me, reminding me that there was absolutely nothing I needed to be afraid of with him.
“I love you,” I told him. Plain and simple. “And I want to suck you off, and make you come so hard you can’t even speak.”
His eyes went wide, and I saw the hint of a mischievous smile on his face. “Holy hell.”
But I kept my eyes pinned on his. No fear. “You heard me.”
He nodded slowly, taking a deep breath in and letting his eyes roam over my body, head to toe. “Is that right?” he finally said. “You want me to go get on the bed? Maybe light some candles, place some rose petals around the room?”
By the time he said the last word I’d already dropped to my knees in front of him on the bath mat. I reached for the loose knot on his towel and tugged it off, letting it fall on the floor. His cock was really right there in front of me now, thick and dusky pink and glistening with a little bit of precum.
No fear.
I wanted him in my mouth, and as long as he wanted it, too, I wasn’t going to let myself hesitate or second-guess it. Not tonight.
I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, pursing my lips around it and sucking gently, letting my tongue swirl along the precum at his tip.
“Mmh,” I hummed involuntarily. For my first time ever having someone’s cock between my lips, I was surprised at how nice it felt. The warmth. The thick, full feeling. And an unexpected softness, even when he was hard as hell. I’d been the proud owner of a dick for my whole life, but I’d never given much particular thought to how somebody else’s would feel on my tongue.
And when it was Harlan’s, at least, it was fucking hot.
“Holy fuck, Sawyer,” he said under his breath as one of his hands came down to grip the side of my head.
My heart was pounding. I was really doing this. I hadn’t known that sucking a guy’s dick would feel so freeing, but it was as if my whole life I’d been following some rulebook that I now realized was completely wrong.
Harlan was breathing heavy, cursing under his breath every time I did something new with my tongue. I let it flick along the ridge of his cock head, then trail in circles around the tip again.
Going through life just assuming that I must be straight had almost robbed me of getting to experience this? To see him slowly unravel, panting above me, gripping my hair in his fist, all in a way that made my own cock throb uncontrollably?
It almost made me mad.
I wanted to make Harlan feel as good as he possibly could. He was my favorite person on the planet, and why wouldn’t I want to make him come?
I took more of him into my mouth now, teasing my tongue along the ridge of his tip and then lower down the shaft. He was so clean and fresh after the shower but also still managed to smell like himself. Comforting. Like I was home, somehow, between his legs.
I pushed down all the way, shoving his cock as far into my throat as I could, willing to take a little pain to get him in deep. I gagged a little, pulling off and taking a breath as I looked up to meet his eyes.